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The lights in the temple seemed to dim in response.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue.
I simply released my Alpha pressure.
But this wasn’t just strength. It was laced with my will. With Asphodel’s fury. And deeper still- with the commanding bloodline of the Lycan King himself. The kind of authority that did not beg. It ruled.
Hummmm-
A wave of golden psychic force rippled outward from me, expanding in all directions.
But its target was singular: Slyvana.
For the others, it was merely chilling. But for someone like her-a Beta of impure bloodline-it was soul-crushing.
“AHHH-!”
Her scream tore through the hall. Her wolf howled in agony under the pressure of my dominance. Her legs gave out with a slap of flesh against marble.
She collapsed in front of every Pack in Westview, body convulsing, frothing at the mouth- utterly unable to lift her head.
The temple fell into complete silence,
The spectacle-of bloodline dominance this exact and this absolute-left even the most seasoned Alphas shaken to the bone.
I walked toward her-slowly, deliberately-and stopped right before her crumpled figure. I leaned in, my voice low enough to only be heard by those closest.
“I won’t deny it. I did all the things you said.”
“But all that proves,” I said, voice soft and deadly, “is that your so-called noble Crimson Moon Pack is nothing more than a pack of filthy mongrels. Disgraceful. Too ignorant to recognize a true Alpha when they had one kneeling before them.”
“And now…” I tapped her chin with the toe of my heel, lifting her trembling, contorted face. “… here you are. Curled up beneath the queen you used to spit on.”
“Remember this feeling, Slyvana. Remember the tremble in your soul.”
“Because this… is the only posture your bloodline will ever be worthy of in front of mine.”
I withdrew my pressure, turned, and walked away-unhurried, untouched-leaving behind a room full of silence, awe, and fear.
Eric quickly fell in step beside me. His usual playfulness was gone. His expression had hardened with something new-raw awe, and a much more dangerous kind of desire.
He walked shoulder to shoulder with me, his Alpha aura shielding me from every unwanted gaze, every whisper.
“You… what’s going on between you two?” Slyvana, still weak, but spitting venom, threw one last accusation at Eric. “Be honest. Were you two sneaking around before the divorce? Was she cheating with you?!”
“Slyvana, shut up!” Kirby’s voice finally snapped back to life, sharp and cold.
He didn’t even glance at me. He walked straight to Slyvana, face carved with something darker than anger.
“Every word you just said-was it true?”
Slyvana flinched, her bravado crumbling, lip trembling as she scrambled for a reply.
But I stopped.
And then, clear as glass, my voice rang out-light, sharp, and cruelly calm.
“Alpha Kirby. It’s true.”
The surrounding murmurs exploded again. Disbelief. Shock.
Kirby stiffened. The words hit him like a blow to the gut. He froze, as if someone had ripped the ground from under him.
Because it wasn’t just the disrespect of his so-called brothers. It wasn’t even the cruelty of one jealous sister.
It was his entire Pack.
They had all humiliated me.
And he-the man who had bound me to him-knew nothing.
In three years of marriage, he’d hardly set foot in our shared room. When he did, it was only to ask for blood for Liana. To make sure I still had enough allowance. Then he’d leave a card and go.
He thought he was being considerate. That he’d fulfilled his duties. But now, he knew.
He’d been lying to himself all along.
And the guilt that seized him was unmistakable.
He didn’t know how to look at me.
His fists clenched. His whole body rigid, trembling.
I laughed softly. A clear, crisp sound that echoed across the room-and yet carried a frost that bit through bone.
“Ask any maid in your mansion, Alpha Kirby. They could’ve told you the truth.”
“But even if it’s true-what difference does it make now?”
“The stares. The blades. The insults. Every cut I took in your Pack-none of them missed their mark. Because you, Kirby, handed those weapons to them yourself.”
“You stood by and watched. You let them wound me.”
“So now, what difference does it make that you know?”
“You’re the last person in this room who gets to act innocent.”
“Because the deepest wound I carry-was carved by you.”
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“You’re the one who’s the least innocent of all.”
Leslie’s words struck like a bolt of lightning, frigid and merciless, tearing through every last layer of denial and pretense I’d clung to. With one sentence, she laid my soul bare, exposing the ugliest truth I had never dared face.
I opened my mouth, desperate to speak. To explain. To apologize. Anything.
But under her gaze-those cold, clear eyes that now held no warmth, no hate, not even grief- every word turned to dust if my throat. Useless. Pathetic.
She was right.
It was me who allowed my mother and sister to torment her.
Me who treated her not as a partner, but as a blood bank-something to be used, never loved.
Me who turned away when she needed me most, who let betrayal and silence answer her cries.
I was the one who pushed her over the edge. The one who broke her.
For the first time in my life, I, Kirby of Crimson Moon Pack, heir to a legacy of power and pride, felt the raw weight of true defeat. Not in war. Not in business. But in something far more devastating.
This defeat crushed my dignity. My identity. My worth as an Alpha.